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"With this edition of The NH Troubadour, we say 'so long' for now. We also say thank you. Thank you for sharing your poetry, photography and incredibly memorable stories; thank you for welcoming us into your homes and communities and showing us firsthand the beauty of this wondrous state; thank you for singing the praises of your neighbors who selflessly enrich the lives of others. We hope that you have enjoyed this journey throughout the Granite State as much as we have, and that you continue to come back often to reflect on the last three years of the Troubadour, and the beauty of life here in New Hampshire."

(The NH Troubadour, August 1945)

(The NH Troubadour, August 1945)

Small New Hampshire Town

by Vileta Nelson Chartier

I like a small New Hampshire town
Where people nod as they pass by,
Or smile and wave as if to say
“We share a secret, You and I.”
I like it where the trees bend close
To form an arc of summer shade,
Where robins from a fence post sing
The sun their saucy serenade.

I like it, too, when night comes on
And I can watch the daylight wane;
The mountains lose their rugged lines
As if in easement of their pain.
There, there is peace to still the soul;
There, no consuming urge to roam,
For all Life’s richest blessing lie
In that small patch of earth, it’s—Home!


(The NH Troubadour, July 1947)

(The NH Troubadour, July 1947)

New Hampshire Garden

by Marguerite Gellows

My grandmother loved poppies so
That she would always have them grow
In every place.
They used to flaunt their silken heads
From all the different flower beds
And wave their pinks and whites and reds
To greet her face.
Above the low grey granite wall
They topped the heliotrope, more tall
Than it, to turn
And watch where little poppies strayed
Among verbena beds, or played
Where water from the fountain sprayed
The vine-filled urn.


NH Troubadour, August 1947

NH Troubadour, August 1947

by Wallace Tibbetts—Wellesley, Massachusetts

“I have motored through nearly every state in our country, and while opinions may vary with shifting scenes in many places, I always return to my first love—New Hampshire. There is no more charming or beautiful spot.

“Particularly interesting to me is the view of Chocorua taken near Scudder’s gate. I have been there some part of sixty years. Then covered bridges, old houses, white churches, rocky fields and zigzag walls and fences—all of them forming the backdrop against which sunshine, snow and rain play a symphony of color, light and music of mystic charm and beauty. No wonder there are fine and gracious folk in New Hampshire. It could not be otherwise in such pleasant surroundings.”


NH Troubadour July, 1937

NH Troubadour July, 1937

by The Editor

One of the many pleasant features of the Troubadour from our standpoint is the large number of appreciative, encouraging letters which we are constantly receiving from our readers. If you enjoy the little magazine and find it in some of the atmosphere and spirit of New Hampshire and care to tell us so, we are grateful.

We who live in New Hampshire love the State and the way of living that is possible here. But we realize that there is always room for improvement and we wish that you would offer suggestions as to what we can do to make the State more attractive to those who visit us. We shall welcome any constructive suggestions. Won’t you write us?